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[jay]

It was really
a beautiful piece of ass. Then I planted an arm to her side and, grabbing
my cock, brought its tip in contact with her asshole. She now realized
what I was going to do. "Aiyo...sar...!" She gasped. But she did not try
to resist me. I did not say anything. I positioned the fat head of my
cock on her warm hole and, twisting my wrist, started poking it in. She
tried to get up, but I was all over her. "Sar...idu venda. Not this..."
she begged. I pushed with my pelvis and gently my hard dick started its
journey down. "Aiyo..." It went down, down, down. Now I did not have to
hold and guide it with my hand. It had found room and it was just going
down. I kept on pressing with pelvis and did not stop until I was inside
her to the hilt. It was probably the first time she was having a cock in
her asshole. "Does it hurt?" I asked, planting my hands on either sides of
her fat upper arm. I was ready to fuck her asshole. "Um," she replied,
wincing. "It's all right. You will get used to it after a while." I got
ready to fuck her. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. We looked at
each other. "Who?" I asked. "It's me, sar," came the receptionists reply.
"I'm coming." I gently pulled out my cock and put on my lungi. She sat up
and hurriedly adjusted her sari. She covered her torso with an end of her
sari and climbed down from the bed. She went to the window and stood
there. I got up and opened the door. It was the receptionist. He smiled
at me and held out two packets. "Sar, your supper." "So soon?" "It is
seven o'clock, sar. Why have you not switched on the light? Were you
sleeping?" "Er...yes." He went away. I looked around. Yes, we were so
engrossed in what we were doing that it had completely escaped us that it
was getting dark. I put on the light and looked at her. She quickly
turned around and stood with her back to me. She did not want to face me
in the light of the bulb. I kept looking at her and once again marveled at
the hour-glass figure of her body. I looked at my watch. Time had passed
so quickly. It was really seven. I shut and bolted the door. I put out
the light again. There was a street-lamp outside the window and a lot of
its light was easily coming into the room through the dusty glass-panes of
the window. So it was not completely dark inside the room even with the
light out. I bent down and placed the food packets under the cot. Then I
lunged towards her. She sensed me coming and her body stiffened. I put my
hands under her armpits and grabbed her huge tits. She did not say
anything. She tried to brush my hands off. Her sari slid off her
shoulders and she made no attempt to retrieve it. I started squeezing her
tits, those wonderful, balloon-like, huge tits. She stood still. The room
was getting hot, with both of us sweating profusely. The ceiling-fan
whirring over our heads was throwing down hot air. We were now standing in
front of the mirror above the wash-basin and I could see what my hands were
doing to her unwieldy boobs. Her eyes were downcast and there was not
enough light to see exactly where she was looking. She stood still,
holding the sides of the wash-basin for support, because I was falling upon
her. I looked into the mirror and started kneading her boobs. I kept my
erect cock pressed against the crack of her ass. She looked very sexy,
especially in this dim light. And it was sexy, indeed, the manner in which
she was silently allowing me to play with her really enormous boobs. As I
said, her tits were heavy and they hung loosely and reached almost up to
her belly. But they were round and squeezable. She had large nipples,
hard and very erect. When you squeezed her tits they dug into your palms.
After continuously squeezing her amazing tits for about ten minutes, I
lifted them up on my palms as if to weigh them and gently bobbed them up
and down. She glanced at the mirror and saw what I was doing and quickly
looked down again. I was quite titillated by this and decided to play some
more with her bulky boobs. Holding them tightly at their base so that the
bulk of them hung loosely, I started jerking them up and down, making them
dance. I watched in the mirror. She stood still, gazing at the
wash-basin, and her rotund tits jumped up and down, up and down. Next I
started shaking her heavy boobs from side to side. She touched my hand and
tried weakly to loosen my hold on her. Next, up and down. Then, from side
to side. I was now shaking her tits quite roughly. When I shook her tits
her whole body jerked wildly. She was sweating. We were both sweating.
But I was not going to stop yet. I don't know about her, but I was
enjoying it. This continued until I was physically tired. My wrists had
started aching because of all that shaking. Moreover, her tits were heavy.
I kissed her on her bare shoulder and stood with my arms encircling her
waist. I looked at those oversized tits in the mirror. The light from the
window was falling directly on them and was emphasizing their rotundity and
bulkiness. The nipples glistened with her sweat. I took each nipple
between a thumb and forefinger and pulled at it, taking her nipples closer
to the mirror. She did not complain immediately. But when I tugged at her
nipples roughly, never letting them go even when I had pulled them to their
limit of extension, she winced and caught hold of my hands. I still did
not let go and kept pulling at her elastic nipples. "Aiyo..." she cried
out. "Madi, sar...aiyo..." I let go and her tits hung down loosely. She
cupped the tops of her boobs tightly and gently massaged her nipples. I
separated from her and sat upon the edge of the bed. She kept standing ,
holding her tits in her palms. I grabbed her upper arm and gently made her
turn around and stand in front of me. In the dim light, I saw her giving
me a curious look. I held her hips and drew her closer to me and dug my
face between those huge boobs of her. I ran my palms on her lovely waist,
feeling her soft flesh there. Next, I held her hands and made her lift her
heavy tits up so that the nipples were in level with my face. She quickly
understood that I wished to suck her lovely nipples again. And, as she
stood in front me in that manner, balancing her rotund tits on her palms,
offering them to me, actually, I placed my hands on her warm ass and
started sucking her nipples, one after the other. I would suck one nipple
for some time, noisily, and let it slither out of my mouth, noisily again,
and move on to the other nipple, suck it for some time and return to the
first one. She stood still and watched me silently. When I looked up at
her she would turn her eyes away. I sucked quite noisily. And after some
time she told me gently that I was making a lot of sound, that someone
would hear. So I toned down my sucking noises. But I continued to suck
her nipples for a long time. And she stood still all that while, holding
her boobs. Now when I was finished with one nipple, she would turn her
torso slightly and offer the other nipple quite acquiescently. I sucked
and sucked to my heart's desire. Now I said, "Turn around." She had now
become more complying. She turned around and stood with her back to me. I
think she already knew what I had in mind. I bent down and caught hold of
the edge of her sari at her feet and started pulling it up. She quickly
caught hold of my hands and whispered, "Sar, venda...madi. Enough." "Let
me have a look again," I told her and lifted her sari up to her waist,
exposing her magnificent ass once again. "Aiyo! Sar..." she whispered. I
gently asked her to catch hold of the edge of her sari. She reluctantly
obeyed. I caught hold of her waist and slowly turned her body around, so
that her ass Now faced the window. I wanted some light to fall on those
oversized, but shapely butts. Wow! What works of art they were! They
shone with the light falling on them. The oil was giving them a finished,
polished look. Looking at that ass nobody would believe that it belonged
to a forty year old. I sat looking at them for a long, long time. She did
not say or do anything other what I had told her to do, that is, hold on to
the edge of her sari. She stood silently, with her head bowed, the light
coming in through the window making a wonderful shadow and light effect
with her ass, especially because of the oil I had so labouriously applied
on them. I asked her to tuck her sari in at her waist so that her hands
would be free. She obeyed. Then I asked her to place the flat of her
palms on the wall. She did. I held her hips and pulled her away from the
wall a little, so that she was made to stand with the torso leaning towards
the wall and her great ass sticking out behind her. I asked her to stick
her ass out some more. She was reluctant, but she did it, flexing her back
so that her enormous ass rose a little and came almost in level with her
shoulders. "Like this?" she asked me gently. "Yes," I said excitedly.
Wow! What a picture she made. I was sitting directly behind her and now
all I could mostly see before me was a pair of large, magnificently rotund
balloons, swaying gently from side to side. In this position, the great
cheeks of her ass were slightly parted and I could see the dark opening of
her anus. I just had to slap that ass. I did not have to lean forward. I
just raised my hand and slapped her, a loud, painful slap on her right
cheek of her well-rounded ass. "Aiyo!" she cried out in pain. She brought
her hand behind her and stroked the area where my slap stung her. Then she
stood still again. She had no idea that I was going to slap her again.
And again. And again. I slapped those bubble like cheeks by turn. First
right, then left. Slap, slap. And as I slapped her, her ass jerked and
swayed slowly from side to side. "Sar, somebody will hear!" she said after
some time, with some panic in her voice. "Nobody will hear," I told her.
"The walls are thick and this fan is making so much noise. Nobody will
hear. Don't worry, nobody will know." I got up and stood at her side and,
placing my left hand on her shoulder for support, I started slapping her on
the ass quite noisily. I loosened my wrist muscles, so that the slaps fell
like whip cracks. Crack, crack. She said in between to stop it, but I
paid no heed. Her ass must have turned red; I couldn't see properly, for
there was not enough light. Crack, crack. A few minutes later, I stopped
and caressed her ass with my palm. The skin of her ass was like that of
babies. So soft. Then I started slapping her again. "Aiyo, Sar, madi!
Enough!" She whispered to me. I said nothing. I just went on slapping
her. I continued to warm her wonderful ass in this manner for another five
minutes. Finally, only due to sheer fatigue, I stopped. I sat down again
behind her and, grasping her by the hips, started planting kisses all over
the wide expanse of her lovely, oily ass. I kissed noisily. With my palms
I cupped her great ass cheeks and parted them gently. Then I put my tongue
out and slowly started licking her asshole. It smelled and tasted of
coconut oil. "Aiyo, Sar...what are you doing...?" she whispered.
"Oh...this is..." I paid no heed to her and went on licking. At the same
time, I took my hand to her front and started stroking the hair on her
pussy with my fingers. She had a lot of hair on her pussy.
"Sar...venda..." She pushed my hand away from her cunt. I slapped her ass
with my free hand, as if to reprimand her.

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She stood very still after
that. It was not easy, her standing like that. There was a lot of strain
on the arms and her back which she had to keep bent in order to push her
ass up as much as she could. She was sweating like anything. I stood up
beind her and whisked off my lungi. Underneath I had nothing else own. I
stood thus stark naked behind her and decided to fuck her ass. When the
tip of my already much agitated cock touched her ass-hole she understood
what I was up to. Her body stiffened and she looked at me though the
corner of her eye. I thought that she was going to object. But she said
nothing. Only an almost inaudible 'Aiyo!' escaped her lips. I placed a
hand on one of her enormous ass cheeks and with the other hand I started
guiding my large cock into her ass hole. She was not receptive at first,
keeping her ass muscles stiff. But her resistance was only for a moment.
She genlty loosened her ass muscles and, since her asshole was still oily,
my cock immediately started its journey in. Going in was not difficult at
all. The oil did its work efficiently. Besides, she was constantly
loosening the walls of her lovely anus and also gently pushing her ass
backwards. So, soon I was completely inside her. I shut my eyes and for a
while concentrated on the wonderful feeling of her ass musles tightening
around my seven-inch cock. She stood perfectly. I should have known that
she was waiting. I opened my eyes and found her gazing at me through the
corner of her eye. "Are you comfortable?" I asked her. She did not reply
and looked away from me. I decided to play with her a little. I said,
"When I saw you yesterday, I never thought I would be standing behind you
like this today." I laughed a little as if I had cracked a joke. But she
made no comments. So without further premise of any kind, I decided to
concentrate on the business at hand. I leanded back slightly to see how my
big cock was disappearing into her anus. Then I placed my palms on both
sides of her more than ample ass and started moving my pelvis back and
forth. She stiffened her body when I started fucking her. Then she
relaxed and groaned a little because this was probably for the first time
that she was having a cock in her ass-hole. I decided to take my time,
because we had time in plenty. I could have make her stand in this manner
till the next morning and fuck to my heart's desire. So I moved slowly.
This was the first time that I was doing a thing of this sort. Of course,
I had fantasised about this any number of times, but the actually thing
beat everything hands down. After slow-fucking for about ten minutes, I
decided to speed things up a little. I gently asked her to stand a little
straight. She was thankful for that, since her strength and patience had
almost reached their tether's end after standing in that uncomfortable
position for so long. She straightened slowly, and I moved with her so as
not to get disengaged from her. She took care too, by keeping her legs
bent slightly, and her thighs parted. And she kept her ass stuck out as
well. I too bent my legs and hugged her body tightly, joining my hands on
her big belly. After she straightened, she brought her hand between out
bodies and stroked her back. It must have started aching. And as she did
that she also threw a glance at my cock. I gently held her upper arms and
lifted them up. She placed her palms on the wall once again. "Keep your
hands like this," I instructed her gently. Now she was standing closer to
the wall and her hands, bent at the elbow, were pressed against the wall at
a level just above head. I clutched her fat upper arms tightly for support
and started moving my pelvis again. This time jerking it back and forth
(or was it up and down) quite rapidly. She sensed that I was going to move
fast this time and she immediately tensed her body to prepare for my
onslaught. I was keeping my knees bent and I was pumping her ass-hole by
moving my pelvis diagonally. The oil in her anus was contributing to my
fucking actions in a big way. My huge cock was sliding in and out of her
shit-hole very, very smoothly. That does not mean that she was not having
tough time. I noticed that she was constantly biting her lips as I fucked
her. And she was also groaning. It was to muffle her groaning sounds that
she was biting her lips. I was fucking her like a stallion now, virtually
hanging on to her fleshy upper arm and giving my pelvis such strong jerks
that I was almost lifting her up bodily with the impact of my thrusts. Her
body was as relaxed as the strings of a violin. She began to sweat more
profusely now. She was continuously making groaning sounds from her throat
with every thrust of mine. I was literally tearing her ass-hole apart.
She reminded me twice that I was moving too fast. I paid no heed to her. I
kept pumping. I noticed in the mirror above the wash-basin how her huge
tits were being roughly tossed around as I moved and her body moved with
me. We were now totally drenched in our own sweats. I held her arms
tightly as I neared ejaculation. She sensed it and she spread her thighs
some more, giving me more room for my business. Moaning very much like a
dog, I dug my fingers into her upper arms and shot my cum into her deep and
lovely ass-hole. She stiffened her body and stood still as I drained every
ounce of my semen into her. Then it was over. I was panting wildly. All
my energy seemed to have sucked out of me and I felt so weak in my knees
that I had to hold her with both my arms so as not to crumple down upon the
floor in a heap. She felt my weight dragging her down and she lost her
balance and both of us fell heavily upon the bed, she on top of me, on my
lap. I kept my arms circled around her, my forearms digging into her plump
belly. My spent cock was still very much inside her. We were so wet.
Thankfully, the power-supply resumed suddenly and the rickety, old fan
started throwing down some cool air on our tired bodies. It felt good.
But now I was suddenly filled with shame and embarrassment. Guilty
feelings suddenly flooded my mind and I had to shut my eyes tightly to
force myself to ignore them. Holding her close to my body, I kissed her on
the shoulder and whispered to her, "Thank you." She did not say anything.
There was once again a knock at the door and a voice, that of the
receptionist, was calling out: "Mr.Menon, you have a telephone call from
someone called Shiju." I cursed under my breath. We got up and Padma
quickly lowered her sari and smoothened its folds. She wrapped her sari
around her shoulders and hid her blouse under the pillow. I put on the
light and picked up my lungi. I put it on and then I opened the door and
looked at the receptionist. "Okay, we are coming," I told him. He went
away. I looked at Shiju's amma. "You should also come down," I said to
her. "It is Shiiu." "Sar, you go," she told me. "I'll be down in a
moment." I understood. She had to put on her blouse. I looked at her. I
had half a mind to ask her to do it standing in front of me, because I was
curious to see how in the world she was going to accommodate her huge
melons in that tight blouse of hers, and that too without a bra. But I had
a phone to attend to. I picked up my shirt and I stepped out of the room,
closing the door gently behind me. In the adjoining room someone was
playing an old Tamil song in the radio. I put on my shirt. I climbed down
the staircase and reached the reception counter. I picked up the phone.
"Hello." "Sar, it is me, Shiju." "Hello, Shiju. We got stuck here." "I
know. How is Amma?" "She is fine. She is coming down in a moment. How
are you?" "I'm fine, sar. How was onam?" "Good." I did not want to talk to
that boy. I saw Padma coming down the stairs and quickly gave the phone to
her. "Hello." "Hello, Amma..." I let the mother and son have their talk in
private and walked up to the entrance of the lodge. The receptionist came
up to me from behind and handed me a small packet. "What is this?" I
asked. "Sar, you said about the bad smell coming into your room. This is a
bunch of jasmine flowers. Just scatter it on the floor and the bad smell
will go." "Thank you. How much for the flowers?" "It is free. We offer it
to all who visit our lodge." I understood. The conversation between Shiju
and his mother was not a long one. It ended in less than two minutes.
After she had put down the phone, we started climbing up the staircase. It
was eight o'clock now. As we reached our room, something on the door
caught my attention. 'Room No.69'. I unlocked the door and we stepped
into the room. I shut the door. "You want to eat supper now?" I asked
her. She did not reply immediately. "As sar wishes..." she said slowly.
"Are you hungry?" She shook her head. "Good. Then let us have supper at
nine. I usually have supper late." I looked at her. She avoided my eyes.
She gazed at the floor with a blank expression on her face. I put out the
light. I removed my shirt. And then, my lungi. And then, my underwear. I
stood stark naked in front of her. Even in the semi-darkness, I saw her
cheeks turn red. She gently turned around and stood with her back to me.
"Come and lie down on the bed," I said to her. It was more of a command
than a request. She sensed it in my voice, but she stood her ground and
did not move from her position. She was standing between me and the
window, so her figure appeared more like a silhouette to me. I put my arms
around her, hugging her tightly. I realized that once again her conscience
was pricking her and she was feeling like we were committing a very grave
sin. I slowly touched her boobs. They were so perfectly round. How could
I tell her that how sexy her boobs were? Or her ass, for that matter? She
was a sex goddess, and it was not right if she asked me to forget about
sex, to subdue my wanton feelings for her which were coming so naturally.
"I won't harm you," I whispered into her ear. "I know," she said,
surprising me. I pressed my crotch against the crack of her wonderful ass.
"Turn your face towards me and stand," I told her. She obeyed and I hugged
her. Amazingly, she too hugged me, deliberately pressing her marvelous
tits against me. "Does your husband ever come to see you?" I asked. She
stiffened at the mention of her husband. Then she relaxed. "Once in a
while," she replied. I grabbed her large ass and squeezed it gently.
"Does he love you?" I asked her. "Yes," she replied without any
hesitation. I loosened my grip on her and we separated. I put an arm
around her shoulder. I kissed her cheek. "I don't know why he left you,"
I told her. "I would never have left you." She looked at me. I caught
hold of her hand and guided it to my cock. She withdrew it immediately. I
held it again and gently persuaded her to hold my cock. It was not erect.
It was still tired after the last exercise. "Why exactly did he leave
you?" I asked her. She did not reply immediately. She looked down at my
limp cock and stroked it gently with her fingers. Then she replied, "Sar,
don't tell anyone. He left me because... he did not like... my big tits."
"What!" She was suddenly shy and she left my penis and turned her back to
me. I hugged her again. "I worship your big coconuts," I told her. And,
as if to prove what I said, I took her coconuts in my palms and squeezed
them. Yes, I loved coconuts. "I am feeling hungry," I said suddenly. And
it was true. All evening I had been straining my body, that too without
having the evening tea and snacks, something to which I was quite used to.
And now I was famished. She started to move away from me, probably to
arrange the food items. I held her close to me and whispered into her ear,
"Remove your blouse. I want to gaze at your melons as I eat." She paused
and looked at me through the corner of her eye. "Please..." I begged.
"Will you do as I say?" She did not respond immediately. She nodded
reluctantly, uneasily. She could not say no to the tinge of urgency in my
voice. I released her. "Take off your blouse," I said. I put on the
light. She looked at me reluctantly. She would not undress without the
cover of the semi-darkness the room had been in. But I wanted her to sit
before me with her torso bare, in good light. "Put out the light, sar" she
said slowly, without looking at me. "No, the light will remain," I told
her. "I want to have a good look at you."

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She looked at me undecidedly.
Then she slowly turned around and, standing with her back to me, she slowly
peeled off her blouse. She dropped it on the bed. Then she wrapped the
loose end of her sari around her hips and slowly turned around. Her tits
were simply marvelous, so huge and yet so firm and rotund. She stood with
her eyes downcast, showing me her huge boobs, for the first time in such
good light. They were really, really astounding! She stood like that for
a while. Then slowly she bent down and picked up the packets of food from
under the bed. She saw the packet which the receptionist had given me when
we were downstairs. Still bent down, with her great melons swinging with
the movements of her body, she asked me, "What is this?" "I'll show you
later," I told her. She sat down on the bed and started to arrange the
food items. I washed my hand at the wash-basin and sat down in front of
her. She too got up and washed her hand, and then sat down again. I did
not even want to blink. My eyes continuously feasted on her amazing tits.
I watched how her tits shook like pendulums with the movements of her body.
She leaned over to pour some curd on my banana leaf and I noticed how her
oversized tits hung down low and brushed against the rice on her leaf.
Wow! She made no attempts at all to hide or shield her tits from me. But
she kept her eyes downcast all the time, knowing it well where I would be
looking. She started eating. I too started my supper. It was rice and
fish curry with some curd. It tasted good. I gulped down the food
hurriedly, more because of the hunger than of the anticipation of the
things to come after supper. Once I coughed loudly and she quickly handed
me a glass of water. "Eat slowly," she told me. "Was Shiju always like
this?" I asked her. This question about her son surely got her a little
interested. "How?" she said. "He talks so little." "Yes. I don't know
what's wrong with that boy. He has always been like that." She drank some
water. A little water flowed down from the corner of her mouth and wetted
her huge coconuts. Then she asked me, "Does he talk to you, sar?"
"Sometimes." She looked at me for a while. Then she said, "Shiju has told
me that you often help him with money." I looked at her and then I gazed
directly at her tits. I said, "That I will keep on doing, amma." She
looked into my eyes when I called her `amma'. I thought she would smile.
But she did not. She suddenly felt embarrassed and she looked away. I too
felt a little uneasy. After we had finished eating, she rolled up the used
banana leaves and tossed it out of the window. She did it without covering
her boobs and I wondered if anyone had seen her. We washed our hands. She
picked up her blouse. I touched her hand. "Let it be like this only," I
told her. "I have to go and use the toilet," she said. I took her jutting
nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pulled at them. "You are the
first woman I have touched," I said. She did not say anything. I pinched
her nipples, hard. I was having a big hard on which she could see through
my lungi. I found that she was looking directly at my cock. I pulled her
nipples again, a little roughly, hurting her and making her wince. She
pushed my hand away. "Take a nice a bath and come back quickly," I
whispered into her ear. I let her go. She put on her blouse. She took
her toilet things out of her bag and went out of the room. Now I opened
the packet the receptionist had given me and scattered all the jasmine
flowers over the bed in an even manner. Then I put out the light and
waited for her, lying on the bed. I kept thinking about her and gently
stroked my fully erect cock. She returned after about ten minutes. The
moment she opened the door she caught the easily discernable fragrance of
the jasmine flowers. She stopped on her tracks and looked around. Since
she was coming from the well-lighted corridor, it took her some time, in
the semi-darkness of the room, to actually see the flowers scattered upon
the bed. She slowly stepped into the room and I shut the door behind her.
I got up and slid the bolt into place, hopefully, for the last time that
night. She looked at the flowers on the bed and then at me, in wonder.
Perhaps she wanted to ask me from where I had got the flowers. But she
could not bring herself to ask; she was quick to see the bold intentions
with which I had scattered the flowers on the bed. So she did not ask
anything. She was used the towel to dry her hair as best as she could.
The towel was wet and she was looking all around to find a place to hang
it. Finally, she hung it on one of the window-bars. Then she turned around
and looked at me. I went up to her and, putting my arms around her thighs,
I lifted her up in the air. She was heavy, but I managed to lift her up.
She was taken completely by surprise and cried out in fear, believing that
she was going to fall. She frantically clutched at my shoulders.
"Sar!...what are you doing?" she exclaimed. "I am not going let you sleep
tonight," I gasped. God! She was heavy! As I struggled to maintain my
center of gravity, her body tilted towards all directions. "Put me
down...please," she said. I slowly put her down. She looked at me. I
grabbed her shoulders and, gently pinning her to the wall, started kissing
her all over her face. I pressed my palms against her ears and kissed her
on the lips. I forced open her mouth with my tongue and let my tongue play
with hers. She was not resisting me now, like she was doing in the
afternoon. Perhaps, she knew that resisting me was now utterly futile. So
she was silently allowing me to do whatever I wanted to do with her. I
gathered her tongue between my lips And sucked at it for a long time. At
the same time, I let my fingers explore the warm area between her thighs.
She tried to brush my hand away. Then, seeing that I was quite persistent,
she let me have my way. I looked at her face in the light coming in
through the window. She was a beautiful woman. Nice doe-like eyes,
smooth, round cheeks, full lips and a slender chin. "You are very
beautiful," I told her and once again started showering kisses all over her
face. I pushed her sari off her shoulder. Impulsively, she covered her
marvelous bosom with her arms. I slowly lowered her arms and looked at her
bulky tits. I put my nose into her abyssal cleavage and drew in a deep
breath. I bent my knees and kissed her lovely navel. I held her by her
slightly flabby waist and dug my nose into her dark navel. I kissed her
belly and stroked my cheek against it. It was smooth as velvet. I
straightened my legs and kissed her lips again. I gathered her lower lip
between my teeth and sucked at it for a long time. Then I sat down on the
bed, right in front of her. "Remove your blouse," I said. I thought that
she would turn around. But she did not. She was only slightly reluctant
as her fingers got busy with the hooks of her blouse. She removed her
blouse with a flourish of her arms and stood before me with her heavy tits
swinging loosely. She dropped the blouse on the bed and looked at me. She
made no moves to cover her tits. "Shake your tits," I told her. She
looked at me curiously and suddenly shook her head from side to side shyly.
"Please..." I begged. At which she slowly started turning her torso this
way and that, making her oversized, rotund tits wobble. "Faster," I said.
Still reluctant, she quickened the jerking action of her torso a little.
Her bulky boobs swung to one side and then to the other. The looked real
heavy. "Jump up and down a little," I gasped, because I was on a high when
I saw those great melons flying. She picked up the urgency in my voice and
without showing any more reluctance she started jumping up and down. She
did not jump actually, but just let her ankles rise and fall with a jerk
and her body bobbed up and down like a cork on water. And her melons
danced. I kept looking at them and she kept on shaking them, jerking her
body up and down upon her toes. I raised myself on the bed and whisked my
lungi off. Then sitting completely naked in front of her I looked at her
dancing melons and stroked my fully erect cock. "Turn around," I said.
Still bouncing up and down on her toes, she slowly turned around and showed
me great ass. My god! As she jumped, even her bountiful ass was slowly
bobbing up and down ever so slightly. I leaned over and slapped her sexy
ass. Her big ass. Her round ass. Sexy, sexy ass. "Enough?" she said
after some time and started to spin around. I said no and slapped her ass
again. A tight slap on the right cheek. So she kept on jumping. I
slapped her again. Then again. "I cannot do it anymore," she said a while
later. "Not on a full stomach." She now stopped and turned towards me.
"Okay. Now move them from side to side," I told her a moment later,
gesturing with my hands. She paused to catch her breath. It had not been
an exerting drill. But she was a big woman and she was close to forty.
Then she placed her hands on her hips and started jerking her torso this
way and that, her huge melons swinging loosely. I sat back in a
comfortable position and watched the strip-tease show. My cock was now
erect and it stood tall and proud. I saw her glancing at it a couple of
times. I had a big cock. I did. She suddenly stepped closer to me and
let her boobs brush against my cheeks as she shook them. I caught hold of
her waist, thinking that she had lost her balance. I stood up. She had
beautiful hair, straight and long. Her hair was black, except for a few
stray strands over her ears and on the top of her head. Her recent
activity had loosened her hair and she now gathered it with her hands and
started to tie it up. I touched her shoulder. "Let it be as it is," I
told her. She looked sexier with her long hair hanging down loose. "Sit
on the bed," I instructed her. She looked at me and plumped down with a
thankful expression on her face. Now I kneeled down on the floor in front
of her. I placed my hands gently on her large ass and looked at her. When
I kneeled before her her amazing boobs came in level with my face. She
immediately understood my intentions and sat perfectly still as I gathered
a nipple of hers between my lips and started sucking noisily. She held my
elbows gently and sat without moving, allowing me to suck her tits
peacefully. I sucked and sucked. I really don't know how long I sucked
her. I moved from nipple to nipple and all the time she did not say a
word.

[jay]

But, finally, when almost half an hour had passed, she said, "Madi,
sar. You are hurting me." But she did not pull her nipple out of my mouth
or push me away. She waited until I had stopped sucking and released her
tit. Then she caught hold of her boobs and massaged their tips with the
flat of her palms, running them round and round and looking at me
complainingly. "Remove your sari and petticoat," I told her now. She
looked at me. Without saying anything, she stood up and tore her sair off
her. And then she pulled at the string of her petticoat and let it drop on
the floor. She was naked now. Stark naked. Not even a thread was
covering her. I gazed at her in wonder and she was suddenly filled with
shame and embarrassment. But she stood her ground. She just gazed down
and stood in silence, allowing me to slowly walk around her and admire her
nudity. This is Shiju's amma, I thought, whom I picked up yesterday from
Palakkad Junction. I cupped one enormous cheek of her wonderful ass with
my palm and squeezed it. "You have the body of a real madalasa," I told
her. "Your husband must either be mad or he must be blind." I pinched one
nipple. I let my fingers dwell on the triangle of thick hair between her
thighs. That area was wet. No, not from her sweat. In spite of her, a
very strange moan escaped her lips. I looked at her. A portion of her fat
lower lip was trapped between her teeth. And she was looking at me through
dark eyes which twinkled in the semi-darkness. I let my hand stay on her
cunt. "Shiju is staying in a very small room," I said to her. "How will
you adjust there?" She did not say anything. "Shall I ask him to allow you
to stay in my room?" She looked at me, her teeth still digging into her
sexy lip. "I need someone to cook for me and take care of me," I said. "I
will pay you good." She moaned as I started stroking her wet, wet cunt, her
juices flowing down my fingers. "Why don't you say something?" She took
hold my big cock and slowly pulled me towards her. I put my arms around
her and she received me with a sudden moan escaping her lips. I kissed her
lips and she returned my kiss with an equal passion. Our tongues darted
out and played with each other. I sucked her tongue for some time. When I
was finished, she took mine between her lips and sucked it, her eyes shut.
I kept stroking her sweaty back and her ass. After a moment, I said, "Let
us lie down." She did not say anything. We separated and I held her hand
and made her climb upon the bed, upon the jasmine flowers. Once on the
bed, she looked at me, waiting for my next instruction. I liked it. In
the dim light, we were both kneeling upon the bed and our bodies were
naked. The fragrance of the jasmine flowers was almost intoxicating us. I
laid down and I asked her to sit by my side. "Hold my cock," I said to
her. She made no move for a few seconds. Then, glancing at me just once,
her eyes filled with just a wee bit of embarrassment and shame, she slowly
took my member in her hand. "Stroke it," I said. She started stroking it,
very clumsily, for I think she was doing it a little half-heartedly, her
mind being plagued with indecision and doubt once again. I lay back and
watched her what she was doing. As she stroked, the cock grew in size and
became hard and thick. A seven-inch stick in her hand. She held it using
all the fingers and thumb of her right hand and when she stroked it she
moved her hand up and down the length of it, very gently. Her head was
turned sideways and she was looking at the wall. She would not look
directly at me cock. After some time, I told her, "Apply some oil on my
cock." The bottle of coconut oil that I had used in the afternoon was still
lying on the bed. She took it, undid the cap and poured oil into her palm.
She applied this oil over my shaft. She put the bottle back and returned
to my cock. She rubbed her palms together and started giving my cock a
slow massage with both her hands. She rubbed oil on my balls too and also
on my thighs. After that, she once again held it securely in her right
hand and started rubbing it up and down, up and down, this time with
amazing expertise. I watched her for some time. Now she was occasionally
glancing at my boy. And why not? He was seven inch tall. Now I had the
amazing capacity of delaying my ejaculation for any length of time. When I
started masturbating I would carry on doing it for more than an hour. I
think I had that will power. I lay back and watched her as she sat between
my legs with her torso bare, stroking my lad, from time to time letting it
brush against her heaving boobs, and thought that I could, if I wanted to,
make her stroke my cock like that all night. Silence prevailed in the tiny
room, save the old, rickety fan whirring away above us. The room was hot.
But I was naked. And the flowers on which I was lying were cold and
provided some relief. In the adjoining room, the radio was once again
playing. I do not know what the time was, and I did not care. I watched
her hand move up and down, steadily, labouriously. There was sweat on
them, on her wrist. I looked at her face. She was perspiring heavily,
because when she moved her hand, her entire body was rocking. In between,
she would leave my cock and grab my balls and squeeze them gently without
my asking her. I guess she had done this sort of thing with her husband
and she knew what a man wanted. She went on stroking. "You have not said
anything," I said after a while. She looked at me questioningly. "About
staying in my room," I told her. She looked away and continued stroking.
"Shall I ask Shiju?" I said. She nodded after a few seconds. That got me
excited. "I'll call you `amma' and treat you exactly like a mother before
eveybody. No one will know anything." She held my balls with her free hand
and squeezed them gently. I shut my eyes and just enjoyed her touch. She
stroked my belly, my hips and my thighs, all the time her one hand working
on my cock. "We will sleep naked every night," I said, my eyes still shut.
"And when it is my day off I will make you do all the cooking and cleaning
with no clothes on." I laughed lightly. She kept quiet. I let my mind
fantasize all those things. "Move your hand rapidly now," I told her after
some time. I shut my eyes. I knew that my ejaculation was coming. She
quickened her pace of stroking, her huge boobs shaking wildly as she moved
her hand. She was biting her lips, because this continuous moving of her
hand was not less tiring. She moved closer to me so that she could hold my
cock more comfortable. Now the head of my cock was trapped between her
heavy tits. "Stop," I said. She stopped. "Take it into your mouth," I
told her. She looked at me reluctantly. "Take it!" I said desperately.
She wet her lips with her tongue. Then she bent her torso and slowly took
my cock into her mouth. It was so sexy to watch, her parting her most sexy
lips to take my member in, first just the head, and then almost half of it.
I felt her tongue slowly stroke the head. And then I came. I shut my eyes
and saw stars in my head. It was almost like an explosion in her mouth.
Her cheeks bulged out a little as my semen flooded into her mouth. She
straightened, allowing my cock to slide out of her mouth, pressing her lips
tightly over my cock, sucking it, so as not to let even a drop of my semen
go waste. She gulped my semen in. All of it, and she looked at me with
that complaining expression on her face again. Not very happy about the
thing I had made her do. "Give me some water to drink," I said to her,
wiping the sweat on my brow. It was my second ejaculation that day. I was
feeling drained. She handed me the plastic-bottle of water kept under the
bed. I drank slowly and returned the bottle to her. She too drank,
washing down the taste of semen in her mouth. Then she did a very
surprising thing. She dropped the empty bottle on the floor and, slowly
turning around on her knees, she pressed her cunt to my mouth. At the same
time she guided my spent cock back into her own mouth. The night had just
begun in Room No.69. The smell of her cunt was mixing with the aroma of
the flowers was producing a very sensous effect. Immediately I was feeling
a stirring in my loins and I knew that my cock would be erect again soon.
Besides, she was doing a good job with her tongue. She was licking my cock
all over, and my balls too. I put out my tongue and let it exlpore her
juicy cunt. It darted this way and that and soon located her erect
clitoris. She moaned when I let my tongue attack her clitoris. The juices
of her lovely cunt spilled down and flowed down from the sides of my mouth.
I put my hands on her great ass and stroked it, running my palms in
circles. At the same time, I ate her pussy. Very soon, I was once again
having a major erection between my legs. All of seven inches. And she was
just worshipping it. She was licking it all over almost greedily, taking
it into her mouth and giving me a lovely blow-job. We remained in this
'69' position for about a quarter of an hour. Then I decided to do other
interesting things. I asked her to get up. I said, "Turn around and stand
on your all fours." She gazed at me somberly for a second. Then she got on
all fours and turned around slowly. She looked like an animal to me now.
She knew what I wanted. She positioned herself in such a manner that her
huge ass came directly in front of my face. "Put your shoulders down," I
further instructed her. "I want just your chandi up. Lift your chandi up
in the air as much as you can." She understood. She bent her arms and
placed her head on the bed. Then she lifted up her ass, bending her
backbone as much as she comfortably could. She pushed her enormous ass up.
Now her ass was high up in the air, and she looked very, very sexy indeed.

[jay]

Sitting behind her, I could not for the umpteenth time that day help marvel
at the great size and amazing rotundity of her ass. I put my hands on her
ass and stroked it all over, running my palms in wide circles. It was very
smooth to touch. I decided to give it a oil massage. I picked up the
bottle of oil, undid its cap and upturned it above her ass, pouring almost
half of its content over different areas of her ass in a circle. Then I
started giving her a nice massage, running my palms round and round,
slapping her, squeezing her... She did not move or say anything all that
time. She knew I just loved her ass and she was just allowing me to do
whatever I wanted to do with it. After the oil massage, her ass shone even
in the dim light coming in through the tiny window. It looked sexier than
ever. Once again I found myself wondering why her husband had left her at
all. Such a great piece of ass... Probably he found a greater piece
somewhere. But I could not imagine that any woman could have a sexier ass.
It was possible that his preferences were different. Maybe he liked small
ass and small tits. Well, good for him. I could ass-worship this woman
all my life. Then I decided to begin a slapping session. I stood up on
the bed. She turned her head around to look at me when I stood up. She
probably thought that I intended to fuck her ass-hole, because she
immediately jerked her ass up some more, flexing her ass muscles so that
the huge cheeks parted a little and showed her anus. Not to dishearten
her, I bent my legs and, holding my cock, let its tip play a little with
her ass-hole. She was tickled, but I had no desire to fuck her just yet. I
straightened and stood behind her, stroking her ass-cheeks with my left
hand and raising my right, ready for the slapping. And I started slapping
her. She did not say anything for a long time. Then she gently told me
that I was making a lot of noise. I said that I did not care. Slapping a
well-oiled ass was a different experience. When you slapped an oiled ass
your hand slithered a little on contact and produced a resounding crack.
Moreover, the ass became hot and red and shone as if it had ripened. I
continued to slap her ass for about a quarter of an hour. Then I felt
tired and decided to sit down. I asked her to straighten her body and sit.
She did, and she raised her arms to tie her hair which had come undone. I
watched how her bountiful boobs rose up when she raised her arms. I sat
down in front of her and decided to play with those lovely coconuts of her.
I took one on my palm and noticed that it was so large that its flesh was
splaying out of my hand when I held it. And it was heavy too. I drew
closer to her and asked her to hand me the bottle of oil. I opened the
bottle and poured out a large measure of coconut oil on to my palm and
returned the bottle to her. She was quick to understand my intentions.
She immediately sat straight with her bosom thrust out, so that her tits
appeared larger that ever. I rubbed my palms together and then put them on
her tits. I ran my palms all over those rotund globes, spreading oil
evenly on her skin. I ran my palms in circles. I upturned my palm in
front of her and she poured out some more oil. I gave her huge tits a nice
massage, stoking them, squeezing them and even slapping them. I held them
from the sides and started shaking them up and down, up and down. When I
had played with her tits for about ten minutes, I laid down with my head
resting comfortably on the pillow. I spread my legs and made her sit
between them. "Give me your tits to suck," I told her. She put the bottle
of oil on the floor. Then she came on top of me, placing her hands either
sides of my head, and she directed one nipple into my mouth. I held her by
fleshy waist and sucked noisily. In this position, my erect cock was
touching her cunt and I could feel the wetness of her hot cunt. Her cunt
was so wet and lubricated that with a simple jerk of my pelvis I could be
inside her. Then it struck me that she was deliberately keeping her cunt
in contact with my cock. She was gently moving her pelvis too, swaying it
from side to side as I sucked her. Suddenly my heart went out for this
woman who had been giving me her services silently for so long a time. I
spread my arms around her and pulled her down to me. She was taken by
surprise and gasped as she fell upon me, her heavy boobs pressing upon my
chest. I put my hand behind her head and kissed her lips hard. We rolled
upon the bed so that now she lay on her side beside me. I hugged her
tightly and went on kissing her lips. She too embraced me, first loosely,
self-consciously, and then with force. Her palms traveled all across my
back, and I too stroked her back and buttocks. The sound of skin rubbing
against skin seemed to fill the tiny room. We were breathing into each
other's face and moaning softly, almost as if we had just learned to
communicate in a very novel language. I made her lie on her back and
climbed on top of her. Holding her tightly by the shoulders, I started
showering kisses all over her lovely face. She received my kisses with
little moans of pleasure. The next moment I felt her hand upon my fully
erect cock. She held it and gently guided it to her waiting cunt. She
wanted me to fuck her! I raised myself on my hands and lifted up my pelvis
a little, giving her room to do the needful. She gently twisted my cock
this way and that and finally I found an entry. And I went in. God! My
head reeled as my cock slid in slowly and effortlessly in her wet cunt. In
a second, I was inside her. I looked at her. In the dim light, her eyes
looked very dark. But I realized that she was looking directly at me and
her eyes were brimming with anticipation of the pleasure that was about to
come. I got ready to fuck her. Really fuck her. But first I had to tell
her something. "I have fallen in love with you," I said. She moaned at
that, as if she had suddenly had an orgasm. I bent down and kissed her
lips. Then I straightened and started moving my pelvis. She bit her lips
and started moaning. It was almost as if I had just turned on the radio.
We were looking directly into each other's eyes as I fucked her. Her head
was gently moving back and forth with the movements of my pelvis. She was
loving every second of it. I could make that out in her eyes. Her mouth
was slightly open and there was a blank expression in her eyes. She was
looking at me and was not yet seeing me. And the moans were coming from
her continuously, in rhythm with my pumping. "Ummmmmm...." she moaned.
"Sar....ummmmmm....mmmmm...ahhh...ahhh...ummmm...sar..." She spread her
thighs wider, giving me more room for my business. I did my work well; I
was young and in good form. And she was having a great time. I could see
that from the way she was digging her nails on my back. "I'll do this with
you every night," I whispered. "Yes...every night..." she moaned back.
The bed creaked as I moved. An end of the bed was knocking against the
wall. It was going knock, knock, knock, knock. But we did not care. We
had reached a point in time where everything else in the world just melted
away. She had a cunt and I had a cock. Nothing else mattered. I was
fucking her good. This was my first fuck and I was proud that I was doing
a very good job. Just imagine. I had met her just yesterday on Palakkad
Railway Station, a woman of about forty, mother of a boy named Shiju in my
factory. She was a total stranger yesterday. And now, we were both lying
on this bed of jasmine flowers, I on top of her. We were stark naked and I
was copulating with her, fucking her hard. Real hard. And she was simply
loving it. We were both sweating like anything. And her moans filled the
room, and god knows if they were was spreading outside the room too. I did
not care at the moment. What really mattered was that I had to enjoy this
woman fully. Drink the wine of her sensuality until the cup was empty.
But would the cup be empty. No. At least, it would not drain out tonight.
I fucked her till midnight.